Itching impossible...Searching for relief!...After all, it's Africa!...


Our resident monitor lizard makes an appearance from time to time.
"Sighting of the Day in the Bush"
Big Daddy in the bush.
It actually started no more than a few weeks after we arrived in Marloth Park, the itching on my forearms.  At first, based on the fact I suffer from hay fever and asthma on occasion and am highly allergic to grasses, we assumed it was due to my arms frequently reaching into the pellet bin which is made from grass and vegetation.
An evening view of the Crocodile River from the veranda at Ngwenya Lodge and Restaurant.
For a week or so, Tom did all the reaching into the container to see if my situation improved.  When it didn't I continued to reach into the bin for pellets, not observing any difference whatsoever in doing so.

From there, the itching and red spots were easy to attribute to mosquito bites.  I reloaded the Tabard repellent cream several times a day, aware that I was using DEET, the only product I found to work here in the bush. I'd already tried several non-DEET products with no success.
A waterbuck and Egyptian geese.
Imagine my dismay when after three good applications a day, I was still covered in bites, itching out of my mind, especially at night.  I tried wearing long sleeve shirts even in the hot weather which didn't provide much-added protection.  But as summer approaches the idea of wearing long sleeve shirts in 40C (102F) weather doesn't hold much appeal.

In the past few months, I noticed that whenever I went to bed within minutes, my neck and chest started itching like crazy.  This reminded me of the same scenario I experienced when we stayed at the hotel in Minneapolis in June 2017 while visiting family for six weeks, assuming it was due to the harsh laundry soap.  They started doing our bedding in Dreft gentle laundry soap to no avail.
Kudus in the garden.
Then, at the hotel in Buenos Aires last December, I suffered the same lot, this time thinking it was due to the mattress, not the laundry soap.  After considerable research, I came to the conclusion that I'm allergic to bed dust mites, common among allergy sufferers.  

The hotel changed the old mattress to a new mattress and that made all the difference in the world.  At that point, I was convinced it was bed dust mites.  All beds have dust mites.  Information on this may be found here.  
Elephants and storks.
Allergy-prone individuals and the elderly (yuck, I dislike being in this category) tend to react to the dust mites while others may not. I hesitated to mention this to Louise after they've already done so much for us.  So I started with requesting the bed and bedding be sprayed weekly with a safe non-toxic product intended for dust mites.

I so much wanted this to work.  Alas, weeks later, the itching continued to get worse.  I was at a loss.  We needed a new mattress.  With 48 hours of mentioning this to Louise, the boys installed the brand new mattress with all new bedding and pillows after thoroughly spraying the bedroom.
An elephant and hippos.
Since dust mite bites can itch for weeks, I didn't expect total relief for some time.  But immediately, I noticed the redness and itching on my chest stopped entirely which was a huge relief.

However, I continued to notice more and more bites on my body even under my clothing.  Every moment of every day, I have been itching like crazy.  When we were preparing the big Thanksgiving meal in the horrible heat, the itching was even more intense.  
This mom appears very lean after giving birth to this young calf.
My arms have been covered in red inflamed spots.  So, in part, it was the bed dust mites but something else has been going on.  Saturday evening during our Thanksgiving meal, Honorary Rangers and experts in invasive alien plants, insects and animal species, Ushie and Evan sat to my right.  

On a whim, I asked if they knew what these red pus-like welts on my arms may be.  They both replied simultaneously...pepper ticks. They were certain in their assessment.
Hippos basking in the sun at dusk at the Crocodile River in Kruger National Park.
Yesterday, Sunday, I spent hours researching pepper ticks for which there is very little information on these tiny, unseen to the naked eye, ticks that live in the bush, beds, furniture, clothing and will literally crawl up a pant leg to gain access to meaty flesh where they'll attach themselves, leaving toxic larvae behind.  This is what has been itching so badly.

The thought of larvae feeding off of my flesh makes me cringe.  The was only a few articles on pepper ticks but this one caught my eye.  This morning as soon as we were up we headed to Daisy's Den here in Marloth Park to make two purchases; one a tiny tin of Zambuk, a natural translucent paste and a spray bottle of No-Tick Body Spray, safe for body and clothing (doesn't contain DEET which doesn't work against ticks).
Female lion we spotted from Marloth Park's fence.
We'll see how it goes. Tonight will be the big test when last night I was awake itching most of the night.  At 3:00 am I was in the living room using an ice pack to get some relief.

This is Africa.  We're living in the bush.  And with it comes some challenges and inconveniences, some which are physically uncomfortable.  Tom is not affected by any of this, nor does he get many mosquito bites.  He uses repellent only at dusk which keeps him bite-free.
We were thrilled to see the huge herd of cape buffalos.
Going forward I'll layer the mosquito repellent, the Zambuk salve and, the anti-tick body and clothing spray.  We'll see how it goes.  I'll keep you posted.

Happy day!
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Photo from one year ago today, November 19, 2017:
Tom captured this Sierra Birdbum in Costa Rica after being stunned from hitting the window, dropping to the top landing of the steps leading to the ground level.  He called out to me to come to see her which I did, but he stayed in place, taking photos of her eventual recovery.  For more photos, please click here.

Oh, what a night!!!...Thanksgiving nirvana...See our menu at the end of the post...


From left to right around the table:  Kathy, Janet, Steve, Don, Louise, Danie, Leon, Dawn, Uschi, Evan while Tom and I shared the end of the table.  Total in attendance: 12.
 "Sighting of the Day in the Bush"
Good-sized turtle crossing the road at quite a pace.
It was definitely a night to remember.  Marloth Park friends, all who love the bush and its wildlife, enjoyed a Thanksgiving meal for the first time, except for Americans Kathy and Don.
Thanksgiving dinner on the veranda with friends.
Tom and I worked hard in the heat for two full days to get it all pulled together.  No doubt, I did the bulk of the cooking but he washes the cooking dishes; peeled two types of potatoes; helped with the pies; the veranda setup and so much more.  We're quite a team at times like this.
The wine and cocktails flowed along with the lively conversation.
I can't recall the last time we did a dinner for 12.  Surely, it was in our old lives sometime in 2012 before we left Minnesota on October 31st.  I'd forgotten how much work it is but the joy of sharing food, wine and conversation with great friends made it all worth it.
On the right, Evan, Uschi, Dawn and Leon.
Fortunately, everything came out well, although, at the last minute with a few items to reheat in the new microwave, we couldn't get it to work.  With time running out to meet the 1930 hrs (7:30 pm) goal of sitting down to eat, I improvised and reheated the items on the stove and all was fine.

We were only off the dining time by 10 minutes.  It was wonderful to finally sit down and enjoy the enthusiasm of our guests over the unique flavors of the foods.
Each couple got their own roast stuffed chicken.
We'd given each couple an entire stuffed chicken with the many side dishes. After dinner, with all the leftovers still on the countertop, we handed each couple two takeaway containers to fill with their leftover chicken and any sides they wanted to take home for Sunday's lunch or dinner.

It was fun and playful to see everyone partake in filling their takeaway containers (brought to us from Jabula by Dawn and Leon).  It reminded us of the many years we did the same with our family...take home leftovers and a pie.
Homemade cranberry sauce.
The full-sized pumpkin pies were lined up on the pool table ready for them to load up to take home along with their containers.  We served a separate larger pie after the meal so each couple could take home a complete full-sized pie.  We served whipped cream in the can with the pies.

It was hard for me not to take a taste of everything not only to ensure it all tasted good but, let's face it, my resolve faded for the night and I actually ate a few items I'd never eat under normal circumstances.  At the end of the evening, I even went as far as having a small piece of the regular pumpkin pie.
On the left, a pan of extra stuffing, in the center, sweet potatoes (they are light colored here, not orange).
Today, with no leftover chicken but plenty of all the other sides, we'll be roasting a "flattie" chicken, chicken livers and a couple of bone-in chicken breasts.  This will allow us to have full meals for the next few night's dinners.  I don't feel like cooking for a few days.

Of course, today, I'm back to my healthy way of eating and will only have chicken, lettuce salad and steamed spinach for tonight's dinner while Tom will tackle the stuffing, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, green bean casserole and the homemade dinner rolls (he sure loves these!).  He'll have pie for dessert and I've promised myself I will abstain.  
More stuffing.
Oh my gosh, there were so many dishes.  But, leave it to Louise to have arranged for Vusi to come this morning to do the dishes, clean the house and the veranda, putting everything back to its usual tidy and clean state.  

Tom had a hard time leaving the dishes overnight.  We always totally clean up after dinner.  But, after the two days of 40C (102F) temps and how busy we'd been, he loaded the dishwasher twice after awakening at 5:30 am this morning, lightening the work for Vusi.
Low carb mashed cauliflower.
This morning, I washed all the linen napkins, cleaned the countertops, did two loads of laundry and organized the refrigerator.   All we have to do for the rest of today is to make a salad and vegetables, cook the new chicken and have another excellent evening on the veranda.  A nap may be on the agenda since we didn't get to bed until 1:30 am and both were awake before 5:00 am.

Last night, we had several visitors in the garden but were so preoccupied with our guests we didn't pay as much attention to them as usual.  Tusker made an appearance along with our favorite warthog pair, two males, glued at the hip, Sigfreid and Roy.  We can't tell them apart since they look identical (must be brothers) so we call each of them "Sigfreid and Roy."  They both respond and did so last night during the party. 
Traditional green bean casserole.  Kathy brought the fried onions back from the US!  Thanks, Kathy!
On Friday night when we returned from Jabula, they were both cuddled up in the garden fast asleep.  They perked up when we arrived but waited patiently to see if we'd offer some pellets.  Of course, we did as we will again tonight.

As promised, here's last night's Thanksgiving dinner menu which we'd decorated and printed a copy of the menu for each couple to review in order to pace themselves:
Menu

Thanksgiving Dinner in the Bush

Sundowners with Light Snacks

Roasted chickens
Stuffing with Sausage, Mushrooms, Onions
Mashed Potatoes with Creamy Gravy
Buttery Mashed Cauliflower
Sweet Potatoes with Fresh Pineapple and Cinnamon
Broccoli Salad with Crunchy Almonds and Sultanas
Green Bean Casserole with Crispy Onion Rings
Cranberry Sauce
Homemade dinner rolls
Pumpkin Pies

Whipped Cream Topping, if desired
Have a superb day!
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Photo from one year ago today, November 18, 2017:

A fluffed up version on an unknown bird Tom captured in Costa Rica.  For more details, please click here.

Yesterday's pumpkin pie hell!....Thanksgiving celebration today...Pie photo below...

There is nothing that makes me laugh more..."Little" swimming in the cement pond!
"Sighting of the Day in the Bush"
Bottlebrush flowers, along with others have begun to bloom in the park.
To name yesterday's making and baking of eight pumpkin pies, "pumpkin pie hell" is putting it lightly.  The temp was as high as 40C (102F) for most of the day and one thing after another went wrong in making the pies.

Egyptian goose standing in shallow water at the river.
First, I must preface, I haven't made a pumpkin pie since 2011, for our last Thanksgiving dinner in the US (except for last week's "test pie").  I didn't have the proper kitchen equipment to make the beautiful looking pies I'd always made in the past.

In our old lives, we had 14 deep dish Pyrex glass pie pans which I'd collected over a number of years.  But, when sending family and friends home with their individual pie, I warned them if they didn't return the glass pie pan, there'd be no "pie for them" in the future.  This worked.
Big Daddies, sharing pellets with each other and the zebras.
Since it makes no sense for us to invest in bakeware, instead we purchased the only pie pans we could find, the tin foil disposable variety.  I'd never made a pumpkin pie in one of these except for a few low carb cheesecakes a few months ago which didn't present a problem.

The other issue was the Spar market ran out of the frozen pumpkin, the only source available.  We'd purchased all they had the prior week and they promised more would arrive this past week.  Didn't happen.  This is Africa, after all.  We get it.  
A very muddy cape buffalo.
We tried a few other markets to no avail.  Pumpkin isn't readily available in South Africa.  Why would it be?  Pumpkin pie is a US thing and it's not as if there are lots of Americans around here, making Thanksgiving dinner.  

As a matter of fact, the only Americans we know or even talked to in the past nine months are friends Kathy and Don and long-term US residents Rita and Gerhard.
A big male lion a few days ago.
I decided to cook all the frozen pumpkin we had, measure the number of cups, figuring .41 liters (14 oz) per pie.  Fortunately, I had a one cup measure on hand and calculated I could make a total of eight pies.  We needed one for each of the other couples (four pies), two to serve after the meal and a two left over for Tom.  Whew!  That part worked out.

But, what a messy operation measuring from a big plastic container filled with mashed pumpkin. Next was the making of the pies.  Having no experience with tin foil pie pans, I made all the pie crusts from scratch, eight of them, one at a time, rolled the dough with a giant rolling pin Louise loaned me and prepared each of the crusts in the tin foil pans.

I believe this is an orange-breasted bush shrike.  Please correct me if I'm wrong.
Well, let's get back to the weather for a moment.  It was a hot 40C (102F) and the pie crust dough was tricky to handle and get into each of the pie tins.  Plus, the usually easy part of neatly crimping the edges of the pie crust became nearly impossible.  I did the best I could.
Cape buffalo faces.
Once the crusts were prepared I lined them all on the counter and carefully and evenly filled each of the prepared pie crusts with the typically runny pumpkin pie filling I'd made.  The problem was when we attempted to lift the filled pies off the countertop to put them into the oven, the flimsy pie tins caused the liquid the spill out.
Mom and baby at the river's edge.
With Tom helping, with his frustration level as high as the temperature, he devised a transfer system where we could add extras tins to the bottom of the pies, to increase the stability of the pan.  From there, it was a slow and laborious and in the process, I spilled several cups of the filling as a result of my usual clumsiness.

The oven cooks unevenly and without the metal crust edge protectors I usually used, the pie crust edges are uneven and overcooked in parts. But, that's the way it is in this life, a lack of perfection but an abundance of joyfulness.  Not a bad trade-off, eh?
Here are my eight less-than-perfect pumpkin pies for tonight's Thanksgiving dinner.  The pit in the bottom wight is low carb with an almond flour crust for Louise and Danie. They also loaned us the collection of serving pieces which will surely come to good use tonight.
Here is the photo of my pies, less than pretty, but hopefully will taste as good as the test pie a few days ago.  We'll be back tomorrow with more food photos from our "Thanksgiving Dinner in the Bush."
Here is the giant rolling pin I borrowed from Louise and Danie, previously used for rolling pizza crusts.  It's weighted and very heavy, ideal for rolling pie crusts.  Also, in this photo are the takeaway containers Dawn and Leon provided, who'll join us tonight, from Jabula Lodge & Restaurant where we had another fantastic dinner last night.
Have a a fabulous weekend!
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Photo from one year ago today, November 17, 2017:
Tom Lyman, you never cease to amaze me!  What a shot of the classic "Froot Loops" cereal (per Tom) Toucan, technically known as the Rainbow-billed Toucan, aka the Keel-billed Toucan (different than the Toucan in our previous post with the Fiery-billed Aracari Toucan as shown here) taken in our yard in Atenas, Costa Rica.  For more photos, please click here.

Preparing for the upcoming Thanksgiving dinner...A black mamba story unfolds...


 Here's our previously shown video from the snake handling school 
we attended last March.
"Sighting of the Day in the Bush"
Our resident monitor lizard came out of his hovel for a drink from the cement pond.
Today is an outrageously busy day.  I started making the eight pumpkin pies early this morning and as I write, we're just about ready to put the first few in the oven.  The oven only has one rack so I won't be able to bake more than two or three pies at a time.

I made one low carb pie for Danie and Louise, who generally follow the banting (low carb) way of eating, as do many South Africans for various health reasons.  I didn't make a low carb pie for me.  This time I will pass on a pie for myself based on the fact I'm still trying to lose the last few pounds on my diet and pumpkin pie, oh my, I could eat an entire pie in a day.  But, not these days.
 
There are many other items to prepare today with the balance to be completed tomorrow.  Thanksgiving dinner, although easy to prepare with recipes in my head, requires a tremendous amount of time to prepare.  


Also, Dawn and Leon (owners of Jabula Lodge & Restaurant) are coming for the dinner and bringing "take-away" containers so we can provide all of our guests with containers of leftovers for the next day along with their own pumpkin pie, another one of our traditions.  Everyone always enjoys leftover Thanksgiving dishes!

Unfortunately, we couldn't find a turkey anywhere in this area.  Instead, we're making one roasted stuffed chicken for each couple to enjoy as they'd like during the meal, taking home the remainder along with side dishes and their full-sized pumpkin pie.

Although there will only be 10 of us dining tomorrow evening I'm making enough for the equivalent of 20 people.  Then again, many of us Americans have made the festive meal for 20 or more people.

It would be a lot easier cooking today and tomorrow if it weren't so hot.  Temperatures are expected to be a high of 38C (101F) or more including tomorrow.  With no AC in the kitchen area and having the oven on most of the day, it will surely be one hot sweaty day.
In March, at snake handling school, Chris, the snake handling trainer held this black mamba while Tom looked on.  For that post, please click here.
But, I'm not complaining.  This is a great group of people and we're delighted to make this special traditional US meal which actually is celebrated in the US next Thursday, November 22.

We'd planned this date quite a while ago when we anticipated it might actually be the traditional "good-bye" party.  One way or another we're hoping to stay until our scheduled flight to Kenya on February 20th if all goes well.  No word so far.

OK, enough about cooking.  On to our story about a black mamba that Louise shared with us a few days ago.  As for today's photos (except for the "Sighting of the Day in the Bush" photo, we'd previously posted them in March.

However, based on today's black mamba story, and my shortage of time we thought we'd repost these few previously shown photos and the links for these specific posts.

Recently, we've frequently mentioned our new friends, Rita and Gerhard, with whom we've been spending a lot of quality time.  World travelers themselves we find we have so much in common and we continually share our varied and interesting travel stories and more.

On Monday, this week, they left for a two-week visit to Germany to attend Gerhard's brother's 60th birthday party.  They'll be returning before the end of this month.
Tom was handling a black mamba and did an excellent job although he's not certain he'd want to do this in a real-life situation.
As mentioned in an earlier post, they've been living in the same house we rented when we first came to Marloth Park in December 2013, the house on Hornbill St. the house where a Mozambique spitting cobra fell from the ceiling of the veranda and landed within a few feet of Tom.  

He's always classified that experience as the scariest of his life.  If you'd like to read that post, please click here for the photos of the venomous snake and story of what transpired on that fateful and memorable day.  

On Sunday, the day before their departure, Rita and Gerhard heard a plop on the floor of the veranda as we had on that fateful day in January 2014,  when they were sitting outside, as they do all day too, like us, waiting for wildlife to stop by.  This time the "plop" was a mouse perhaps being caught by the snake.
Although a black mamba doesn't look that scary, a single bite can result in death within an hour, if not treated.
Rita and Gerhard were sitting on the veranda at that same Hornbill house where we'd lived, quietly enjoying the bush while reading, sipping cold beverages, without a care in the world.

Suddenly, they saw the snake, a black mamba.  Louise had given them a sheet with photos of various snakes in the event they'd have to identify one.  Here was their opportunity. They grabbed the sheet and were certain it was the outrageously venomous black mamba.


As I had done years ago, Rita couldn't resist taking photos until the snake disappeared near the chimney.  What would be the point of calling the rangers if the snake was nowhere to be found?  They went about their day with a watchful eye knowing they were leaving the next morning for Germany.  

A video that Rita and Gerhard took of black mamba on the veranda.

On Tuesday, determined to get the darned thing out of that house, Louise contacted snake handler, Jaun, (20 something) who'd attended snake school with us.  He's very active in the park conducting a tremendous number of services as an Honorary Ranger and all-around caring and good guy.

On Tuesday, he and Louise sat on the veranda waiting for the snake to appear so Jaun would capture it to return it to the wild.  By a stroke of luck after only a 10-minute wait, the black mamba made an appearance.

It was only 15 minutes later than Juan had captured the snake with his trusty snake grabber and his expert skill and placed it safely in a bucket with a lid.  The intent in capturing snakes is always to return them to the wild where they belong.  Mission accomplished, thanks to Louise's boundless determination and Juan's excellent skills.

It sounded as if Rita and Gerhard stayed calm and under control when they spotted the snake which is vital to avoid agitating it resulting in an attack.  Black mambas can be very aggressive if provoked.
For residents of Marloth Park, here is Juan's contact information.
So, there's the snake story.  Most likely we won't see too many snakes in this house.  Snakes generally don't care to climb stairs up to a veranda when there's plenty of fodder for them on ground level.  But, we always keep an eye out now that snake season has arrived with the warmer weather, especially at night when out and about.

We'd mentioned in yesterday's post that we'd share the costs for the dentist and eye doctor appointments but we don't have the final figures yet since Tom will choose his new eyeglasses next Thursday.  The optometrist didn't have the style Tom prefer but he'll be bringing several pairs from his other distant location for Tom to try.  Next Friday we'll update this information.
Tonight, hot as it is and as busy as we've been, we're heading to Jabula Lodge & Restaurant for dinner and relaxation.  Tomorrow will be another busy day but we'll still be back with more.
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Photo from one year ago today, November 16, 2017:
Once again, Tom captured another fabulous bird from the veranda in Costa Rica while I was busy indoors making dinner.  This Yellow-tailed Oriole, although at quite a distance, was a treasure to behold.  For more photos, please click here.

A dreamy drive in the neighborhood...Teeth and eyes...


Mr. & Mrs. Ostrich trotting down the road.  Moments later they took off on a fast run into the bush.  Ostriches can run up to 70 km (45 miles) per hour.
"Sighting of the Day in the Bush"
Tom found this small gecko in the guest bathroom.  We didn't have a strainer so I fished it out with my hand where it promptly jumped to the floor and took off.  We often see geckos in the house.  They eat insects. 
Today, we're off to the dentist to have our teeth cleaned followed by eye exams by the local optometrist.  Neither of us has had an eye exam in the past six years since we began traveling.  

Afterward, we're returning to Spar for a few grocery items to fill in the blanks for Saturday's Thanksgiving dinner party.  Once back at the house, I'll begin preparing the pie crusts for the eight pumpkin pies I'll be making.  
An ostrich in front of the house where we always find them.
Why make so many pies?  In our old lives, it was our tradition to give each couple who came for Thanksgiving dinner a pie to take home.  It's fun to relive this tradition here in the bush.
A pair of giraffes, each munching on opposite sides of the road.
I'd started today's post before we left for our two appointments each and additional grocery shopping.  We just returned and I'm rushing to get today's post uploaded so late in the day.
"In the wild, giraffes almost never lie down because of vulnerability to predators. They usually sleep standing, sometimes sitting, and they give birth standing up. When giraffes sleep, they curl their necks and sleep for about five minutes at a time, sleeping no more than 30 minutes a day."
We had such a great experience at our two appointments we'll be sharing details in tomorrow's post.  The costs for services and products in South Africa are astoundingly lower than what we'd paid in the US.  We'll post details tomorrow.

The photos we're posting today are a result of yesterday's drive in Marloth Park.  With fewer holidaymakers in the park right now, we anticipated we'd see plenty of wildlife and we were right. 
This giraffe was sitting a short distance from the other giraffe as shown in the above photo.
Before we reached our favorite river viewing overlook areas we were lucky to encounter many of the animals shown in today's photos except the waterbuck (take at the river) and the few photos from our garden.
This baby zebra was so young its coat still looked fluffy and wrinkly.
Generally, our almost daily drives last about two hours.  With the upcoming busy dinner party, we knew we wouldn't have time to make the drive over the next several days. Yesterday, we took our time, enjoying every sighting along the way.

Taking our time, we chat along the way as we peruse street after street searching for something unique or even slightly out of the ordinary. Seeing giraffes lying down isn't necessarily the most unusual sighting in nature but we were taken by the beauty of these two magnificent animals at rest.
"The waterbuck’s body odor is so bad that it deters predators."  A male can weigh up to 260 kg (573 pounds).
Although we frequently see ostriches, we're always in awe of the way they walk with their heads held high and their confident and prideful demeanor. We often wonder how Mother Nature (or God or whatever higher power you may believe) created this magnificent earth would have decided ostriches held a significant purpose in the ecosystem.
Mom and baby bushbuck by the pond and another baby standing in the garden.  Bushbucks only have one offspring per season.
Somehow each creature, whether venomous or not, whether seemingly useful or not or, if merely food in the food chain, holds a meaningful purpose in their lives, the lives of others, and ultimately in our lives.

For that very reason, is what inspired me to stick my hand into the toilet bowl to rescue the gecko and let her be free.  After a few minutes of vigorous hand washing, I was content to have saved the life of even one of the most common creatures in this land.
This young bushbuck always stays very close to her mom while others we've seen will wander off but not too far away.
Also, tomorrow we'll share an exciting story about a black mamba snake, one of the most venomous snakes on the African continent.  Please check back.

Enjoy your day and evening!
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Photo from one year ago today, November 15, 2017:
Three in one...Green Parrots...Tom's photo.  Love it!  For more photos please click here.